Oh, January. No wonder you’re my least favorite month of the year.
Winter where it’s supposed to be warm. Slushy sharks??
Bone-dry where it’s supposed to be wet.
You have a State of the Union speech by a President with nothing to say and nothing left to offer clearly itching to get back to what he does best: waste taxpayer money by giving speeches to progressive zombies who think he’s a) still interesting and b) still relevant. Which he’s not – on both counts.
Now it’s on to the Super Bowl featuring the only player anyone is even talking about. Me? I only care about the wings and the guacamole dip.
Thank God we have stories like this to keep the flickering, boring flame of mid-winter alive.
Obama’s high school pot dealer who he thanked for the ‘good times’ beaten to death with a hammer by his gay lover after fights over flatulence and drugs.
Good times, good times.
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Comment by happy holi 2014 — February 28, 2014 @ 12:38 am